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Your Disease Is Nicer lyrics
What ll I do till my fingers dry? Till the messy little grabbers get their way?
I would cancel all the answers in the wink of an eye
Just to give my hands a decent place to play
I don t wanna hear about your poor, private hell
I don t need to see you scars or count your tumors
I m corrupt, and I m feeling swell
Why do you complain so often when your disease is nicer?
Your disease is nicer
Everybost trusts in me that I ll make them well
Now I m here to put an end to all those rumors
When you meet my prize personnel
You re as good as in your coffin, cause your disease is nicer
Your disease is nicer than mine
Standing all day in a sterile room
Can leave a surgeon feeling kinda drained
I m bored with all your bleedin and I m sick of your doom
You re only here to keep me entertained
Year after year, my practice thrives
And I still treat my patients all the same
I play with their emotions and collect on their lives
And someone else will always get the blame
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